Before I went to college, I had a lot of ideas about what it would be like. I would make the closest friends of my life with a group of diverse yet like-minded people, and we would live together, cozy and joyful, while learning about ourselves and the subjects that interested us the most. At the start of my semester off from Tufts University this spring, I could look back on the past two-and-a-half years of college with satisfaction about the relationships I had built and with pride in what I had discovered about myself and the world. But, as good as it has been, I was still waiting for that golden feeling I imagined would happen when I found my place and my people, and my mind and body were alive with taking it all in. I got the feeling that many of my peers felt similarly.